Date: Mon, 6 Apr 2015 13:31:56 +0200
From: Al Peres
Subject: The Magic Quartz Stone 3
THE MAGIC QUARTZ STONE
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by Al Peres
Part 3
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CHAPTER 13
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The boys, Ricky's parents and Lydia sat round the table in silence having
dinner. Robert was amazed about the education showed by Jeff, but that
evening they were even more concerned watching how their son and his new
friend ate the abundant dishes; and what puzzled them much: they had not
seen Lydia so happy in months. What was all about? They could ask the boys
or to the woman; but they were sure would elude the question with some
stupid answers. Robert preferred to make questions in a different way,
especially about Lydia's daughter; the father knew Ricky's heart was in the
girl's hands, though seemed otherwise. Robert would have liked that their
only son chose a different girl; but his father, yet unconscious, loved
Marian and "that had been the best news he had received in many years"
these were his own words.
"Have you heard about Marian recently?" As he did not make the
question directly to anyone, both were to answer as Jeff grinned, he
thought in the strategy followed by Robert; nevertheless, Ricky allowed the
girl's mother to answer.
"She is very well. I also have received news from the school
telling me she is a very promising girl; she is in the honour pad until the
new term due in September. I'm looking forward to the end of June when she
will come for summer holidays." This was something that Ricky ignored and
was very pleased hearing it. They end dinner, and went to the living
room. Robert stared to his wife as he asked Jeff.
"Jeff, do you feel comfortable here? Do you want anything else? We
are anxious to know your family, and on contrary, fearing that you may
leave us. You are now part of this family..." Ricky stared intensely to his
new friend and could observe thru the silky fabric the light produced by
the stone hanging from his neck.
"I am alright sir. I have all what I need, especially considering I
am a strange strayed boy that came from nowhere; nevertheless, you have
received me as if I were of your own family." This answer allowed Robert to
continue in what he was really interested.
"Jeff, we don't know who your parents are, but we are absolutely
sure that you are a member of this kin, therefore you are not any stranger
for us. Do you know that the DNA, in the ninety per cent of cases, can
establish the inheritance features of a person from their ancestors? With
this tool we would be able to determine if there is any link between us,
and our relationship." That took aback Jeff that knew nothing about this;
it was the first time he heard it. He gazed at Ricky for help; his eyes
told him "tonight we'll talk about it."
"I'm sorry sir, I am an ignorant and don't know anything regarding
DNA." Ricky came to his friend's rescue.
"As many things, Jeff, you can't remember; but I'll refresh your
mind tonight or tomorrow." Let's go upstairs, we are tired and need some
sleep." The boys rose from their seats; Ricky kissed goodnights his
parents; Jeff shook hand with them. Again Robert felt a strong sensation as
when he hugged his father; he would have hugged the boy but did
nothing. His sight was now on the strange boy that now was climbing the
stairs with his left arm round his son's shoulders. He would give half of
his fortune to penetrate into that fortress: Jeff's mind.
They entered in the room and Jeff sat on the bed placing his palm on his
head, he wanted to squish it and expel what was inside. Ricky kneeled in
front of him and hugged tenderly his friend, discovering that Jeff was
crying softly.
"Please Jeff... it is not your fault that you can't remember." Jeff
raised his head and wiped his tears with the back of his hand.
"No, Ricky. I am starting to remember. I am absolutely sure that
those things that you and your father have mentioned never were alluded to
in my presence. If that is true, either I come from a place where they
never existed or I have been insane and now am recovering my mind. You
talked about a great depression with hunger; about a terrible war; and
about TV and Internet. I should remember something, yet they are absolutely
new for me. Why?" Ricky tried to calm his friend,
"Sooner or later you will remember everything, don't worry; if not,
I'll teach you or you will come with me to our school." Ricky gently
caressed and ruffled the curly brown hair in front of him. The boys hugged
confused, and then Jeff said:
"Why don't you start tonight teaching me? I eagerly want to know
what our recent History has been. Please start for that war." Ricky
grinned. Then Jeff added: "I have remembered something about the Great War
that started by the Germans and ended in 1916 with their defeat... but
after this, nothing comes to my mind."
"Since you heard about the Great War, we called it World War One;
I'll show you something about the WW Two; that will take us a couple of
weeks. You can make me any question that you might have, but the images and
the explanation are the best to understand what happened." Ricky extracted
from a drawer a collection of seven DVD disks: "The World at War". He
introduced the first disk containing the first four chapters, showing Jeff
how to stop, pause and playing. Jeff sat in front of the screen with a
notebook and pencil that he never used. Ricky stared at him but he was so
concentrated that did not notice how the boy smiled. It was more than
midnight when the first four chapters ended.
"Oh almighty God, how could the Germans believe in that man and his
assistants? Were they blind or mad? And what's about the British people?
They suffered, too. And Polish people... and the Jews? It strikes that
French village, its habitants killed and burned inside the church... How
could such wickedness exist in the human being?" I can't believe it! I
suppose US was involved..." Ricky grinned.
"That's nothing compared with what you'll watch in the next
days. We better go to bed, Jeff. You have had enough for today; as you are
watching the next chapters you will understand how terrible it was and how
everybody suffered the consequences. They peed and went under the sheets.
The following morning Jeff got up needing to pee; he was naked and liked to
be in the nude. Ricky was hard asleep and breathing softly; he was like an
angel on a cloud. He was spread eagle lying on the large bed, his long
silky blond hair scrambled over the pillow. Jeff laid his elbow on the bed
and his head on it, while was caressing Ricky hair. He thought in all the
atrocities showed in the movies and in the great amounts of beautiful and
innocent children massacred. Where has he been or why has he forgotten all
this? Suddenly images came to his mind of himself fucking a blond boy, as
other two younger boys were enjoying watching him. Instinctively he started
rubbing his cock and stared to the wall in front of him. He jumped from the
bed and softly knocked on the wall; the sound clearly showed it was not a
thick wall; something was behind. "I have been here before! I fucked that
boy here! Who were the other two younger boys?" He murmured in
silence. "I'll ask Ricky." He wanted a release because his cock was very
hard; now the images were clear in his mind; he only needed to put names to
those persons. As he started stroking his dick he felt Ricky arms round his
chest.
"Please, don't leave me aside; I like this morning's exercise."
Both boys grinned and in seconds they were in a 69 position sucking each
other cock. Jeff loved that new flavour of his friend's semen. Why? He was
sure he liked girls and had fucked at least one. They continued sucking
each other dick until the nice feeling came to them. Jeff pushed his hips
against his friend's crotch trying to expel what he had not, as he felt the
warm sweet little load from Ricky in his throat. After one minute, Jeff
recovered his original position on his elbow. He caressed Ricky's hair and
said:
"Ricky, you are a beautiful boy and probably you'll have many fans
in the future..." Ricky moved closer and kissed Jeff on the lips, a very
soft kiss.
"I only need one fan, Jeff. You! Never forget this." He quickly
changed the subject as he added: "What shall we do today? Jeff kept silence
as Ricky said. "What do you think if we ride the bikes? We could go to the
crossroads and have a swim in the lake."
"Yes. I think I like that. I can't remember to have ridden a bike
anytime before, but I can try."
"Lovely. Come on, get ready lazy boy and move your arse!" Jeff
started making ticklish to Ricky as he laughed loudly while he was trying
to get away from the other boy. Robert heard the boy's laughs and
approached to the door; he did not dare to interfere in the boys' plays,
but his heart was full of happiness. Their laughs were as a celestial
music for him; he felt his boy was not what he had been until that angel
arrived. "What was happening?" He thought no one would believe it, though
he had read in Internet cases of children affected by leukaemia that had
cured without any intervention; though there were many grades of this
terrible sickness. Ricky and Jeff jumped from the bed and naked entered
into the bathroom. When he watched Ricky's hard dick ready to shoot his
pee, a flash of memory came to him, then he said:
"Please stop! Have you ever played firemen?" Guessing what Jeff was
going to suggest, Ricky grinned.
"No, but I guess what you want to do." Both boys went into the
large tub in front of each other. "Who will be the fireman?"
"Both. We are firemen and the building on fire; ready?"
"Yes, ready."
"Ok. One, two and three!" Yellow streams of urine came from the
boys' penises targeting each other. Jeff had recently peed and emptied
before Ricky; this continued for more seconds amongst happy laughs as Jeff
tried to avoid the yellow stream on his face. They ended and together went
under the shower.
"I have always some difficulty washing my back; would you do it for
me?" Ricky asked. For an answer Jeff put some soap on a soft sponge and
started rubbing it from top to toe Ricky's back body; then he said:
"Turn around, I like to do it completely; you have a very smooth
skin." He stood in front of his friend and then as automats went into a
hard hug; their erected cocks touching. Jeff felt the warn tears from Ricky
on his shoulders. With all the tenderness he could gather he separated the
weeping boy; Jeff guessed Ricky's worries. "I love you, Ricky." Ricky even
increased his cries.
"Please Jeff, don't leave me... at least until I am restored to
health. Will you promise?" Jeff separated a wet tuff of hair from his
friend's forehead and kissed him softly on his nose, as if he was a little
child.
"I promise... but I am not an angel, Ricky; just a boy like you
are. I would give my life to save yours. We must talk about many things
that I don't yet understand, but not here. Let's shower." The nice smile
came again to Ricky's face as he returned the kiss to Jeff. They finished
showering and went downstairs to have an abundant breakfast with Ricky's
parents watching outstanding how they ate. Again Robert could not get out
from his mind Jeff's moves and gests.
"Where are you going today, boys? Robert asked. Before the boys
answered he added: "By the way, I have received a call from your school,
you must either collects your qualifications or they will send them to you
by normal mail."
We have planned to ride the bikes to the crossroad and swim there,
dad. We'll back round lunchtime. I'll take my cell phone with us. About
the school, please, tell them I'll collect them. Next time we go to the
city we can pay a visit to the school. I'm sure Jeff will like to know
where I learn so many matters that he loves."
"Ok. Jeff, do you want another phone? I have two more in my desk,
just in case we need them."
"Thanks sir, but I don't know anybody here, except this family; if
I need it I'll use Ricky's."
"Ok boys. Please use some hats though you are going thru high tree
covered roads. Enjoy yourselves." Happily they went to a garage and picked
up two bikes. Jeff watched the few cars parked; he was attracted to a red
car absolutely different from the others. Ricky noticed his interest and
said:
"It is grandpa's first car; and he considers it is a jewel, not
only for the model, but because his father gave it to him as a present in
1933, when he graduated in the secondary school and went to the college in
Berkeley."
"It is a beautiful vehicle." Jeff approached to the car and placed
his hand on the lovely leather seat. Ricky noticed how the stone hanging
from his neck lighted up as instinctively Jeff touched it and murmured: "It
is more than a jewel, it is..." Ricky interrupted Jeff's murmurs.
"Let's go, Jeff; otherwise we'll be late here." Ricky took a light
backpack and offered to Jeff something like a helmet. "Please wear this; it
is obliged to wear since two year ago; it will protect your head from any
accident." The boy examined the object that he had never seen before.
"Yes you are right; if had had one like this probably now my memory
would be in me." Ricky extracted from the backpack a small object like a
book, punched some buttons and said: "We are now ready." He mounted on the
bike and went straight to the forest. He watched how Jeff rode without any
difficulty the bike, even with agility. After some minutes riding on
parallel Jeff said: "It is a good machine; what are all these items for?"
Ricky grinned.
"It is a mountain bike; that little handle on the right is for
selecting speeds, the others are the breaks; the same as a car, though you
are the engine." Jeff was amazed as they could climb highs and to go faster
when descending. He couldn't remember to have seen anything like this. The
boys abandoned the main road and went thru narrow lanes; it seemed they
were thru a tunnel since could not see the sky over them. After sometime,
they arrived to an open space where two main roads crossed. From there they
could watch that the ground was flatter. Separated from the road by high
trees, there was a depression that formed a small lake. Certainly it was a
beautiful place. Jeff looked around searching for something; instinctively
he started walking thru a track into the forest, followed by Ricky that did
not say anything; he was used now to those spontaneous moments from
Jeff. After a few minutes walking, they entered in another open space
crossed by a little river that fed the lagoon; Jeff seemed he was
hypnotized. Then he stopped before a ruined shed as he exclaimed:
"That's impossible! I was here just a week ago with Joe and Linda!
However, the trees seem to be taller and thicker." Ricky placed his right
arm over Jeff's shoulder, and with calming words he said:
"You maybe right, Jeff; but without doubt, this is a very old
abandoned shed. Perhaps it is another one in some place similar to this."
Jeff turned around and looked intensely into Ricky eyes as two tears ran
down his cheeks.
"No, Ricky." Pointing out with his forefinger he added: "I am not
wrong; that stone is there; the river is there; the lake is there... but I
am with different persons... as if I was living in a different time. Who am
I? Why?" The boy shouted inconsolably. Then he added: "There is a
substantial difference; the bushes and the wild raspberry were not there."
Ricky was more used to new situations and speculations regarding theories
of travelling thru the time.
"Jeff, let's come back to the lake; we'll swim and then we can talk
about all these strange situations: the event in the helicopter; the rock
hanging from your neck..." Jeff interrupted him by starting running thru
the pines, as if he knew the place. For Ricky, it was obvious that
something was occurring to them and he did not like it. He ran behind his
friend that quickly got nude and jumped into the cold water, wanting to
clear his mind. After a few minutes in the water, he said:
"Ricky, I need to talk to you or to your parents; but the problem
is I am very confused and no one will understand me."
"I will, Jeff. But before we start, I want to make something." He
then changed the subject. "What do you think is the distance in metres
between here and that stone?"
"I would say..." He mentally converted yards into metres. "Almost
200 hundreds."
"I agree with you." He was already naked; went to his backpack and
extracted a chronometer and a rubber cap. "I'm going to swim to that rock
on the other side and back, and want you to measure exactly the time." He
covered his head collecting his long blond hair under it. "Ready?"
"Yes, ready. One, two, three." Jeff started the chronometer as
Ricky jumped into the quiet water; he swam like a fish, almost not altering
the clear surface. Jeff again was amazed how a person could swim with such
a speed. Soon he started the return, raising his hand when he touched the
piece of wood of the start. Jeff then stopped the clock. Still the boy was
surprised.
"How was I, Jeff?" Ricky asked taking off the rubber cap.
"Watch it yourself. I can't believe it!" Ricky looked at the round
sphere and exclaimed with emotion:
"I never did this pond in this time. I'm cured, Jeff!!!" With tears
of emotion he hugged Jeff very tight. The boy returned the hug and then
both laid their back on the soft grass. They turned to their sides looking
into each other eyes. "You did it Jeff, or that stone did. I know my father
and Lydia won't believe it, but I don't mind; I know who did it." However,
someone from the top of a rock, one mile away, had watched it. She dried up
her tears and turned the horse to the farmhouse as Jeff extended his hand
and put off a tuft of curly hair that covered one of Ricky's lovely eyes,
as he said:
"No, handsome boy, you did it. Your determination and courage have
won this battle against your leukaemia and most likely you are right; you
are as healthy as you were before." Saying this, Jeff started making
ticklish to Ricky that was powerless to stop Jeff. He squealed and moved
from one side to other on the grass laughing, pleading his friend to
stop. All the sudden, and when Jeff was on top of Ricky, he stopped, bent
the head and kissed the lying boy; first softly and tenderly, and then hard
and wet. A wanting sex excitement started between the young boys. Their
tongues exploring each other mouth as their hips grinded with slippery
precum that came from their penises. After some time of excitement, their
orgasms hit the young bodies and they groaned in pleasure. They ended up
with Jeff behind Ricky, near spooned, recovering the breath.
"Jeff, do you know some thing?"
"No, I don't know anything, but I guess what is in your mind."
Ricky turned around, so they were lying on their sides in front of each
other.
"I love doing this with you. When I am between your arms I feel as
if I were an essential part of you, so it is as if I masturbate
myself... as if we were the same person... I can't explain it; I don't have
the words to describe it. Do you understand me? Jeff for an answer kissed a
peck on the lovely boy's nose.
"Yes, I understand you very well. Now I'm going to make you an
important question. Ricky, your house has always been like it is now?" That
surprised Ricky.
"No. When my sisters started getting married eleven years ago, my
parents thought that soon new members would come and more space would be
needed; therefore he built another floor. The building is old but solid and
well constructed with powerful foundations. My father is a recognised
architect, not only in California, but also in the rest of the States; so
he designed and directed the works with his own staff. Why?" Ricky
asked. Jeff doubted, but finally said:
"As I have told you, nobody would believe us." He paused. "Ricky,
this is not the first time that I have been in this house; I think I have
been living in it before. It had only one floor; besides, there is corridor
on the backside, at the ground level that goes to the river; probably used
to fly away in case of attacks. Have you tested the wall behind your
wardrobe?" Ricky looked astounded. Jeff continued telling about the
flashback he had during the night. After a long silence Ricky said:
"Yes, you are right; nobody would believe us. I thought nobody knew
about that gallery, except my father and I; even my mother doesn't know its
existence. I have never been in there but it exists; my father told me just
a few months ago when I was thirteen. Nothing is shown on the house's
drawings; that explains why he personally directed the works." A lot of
questions came to the thirteen-years-old boy's mind. How could Jeff know
something so secretly kept? Who was this boy and what was his relationship
with him? He was sure he had a connexion with him. But... which? He thought
could speak to his father, but that would mean to betray Jeff, and he would
never do this. The sound of Jeff splashing into the water took him out of
his thoughts. He stared at the beautiful figure and could not but to sight;
then ran and jumped happily into the fresh water near Jeff. They played, as
any child would do enjoying the moment; then tired; they lay again on the
grass under a tall tree, going into a nice slumber.
CHAPTER 14
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After some time, Jeff felt something crawling on his back making a nice
ticklish; he opened the eyes and met Ricky's lovely face smiling at him,
with a feather on his hand. Jeff enlarged his arm and touched Ricky smooth
face with the back of his hand.
"I wouldn't tire staring at your face, Ricky. I wish I could remain
near you for the rest of our lives, but not growing, only being boys like
we are now without anything to do, except attending school, playing and
enjoying being together..."
"That would be a beautiful dream. Unfortunately we cannot stop
growing up; later being a man; marrying and most likely have children; and
finally to die, like the rest of things in the Universe to which we belong
to."
"Yes. Do you know something? Besides practical, you are a
philosopher." Ricky grinned; that was not the first time he had heard those
words; Marian told him the same months before she went to the boarding
school. Jeff changed the subject. "You told me we would speak about DNA;
what's that?"
"It is a problem of genetic. In my book of physic it is written that
all our genes are made from a long molecule called DNA, which is copied and
inherited across generations. DNA is made of simple units that lines up in
a particular order within this large molecule. The order of these units
carries genetic information, similar to how the order of letters on a page
carries information. But the most amazing thing is that this molecule is in
any part of our body; even a simple hair carries all the information about
you: the colour of your eyes; your skin, etc. Obviously, if we compare one
molecule from you with other from me, we can determine our relationship,
since we will find the same genes in both. Now it is a powerful tool for
the Police's forces to find criminal connexions." Jeff couldn't believe
what he was hearing.
"But... but... how can you check or see this connexion?" Ricky
grinned.
"I can't do it. This kind of work is made in a special laboratory
equipped with a powerful electronic microscopy. Do you know that we could
write a whole story in the sharp part of a needle? It is not new. During
the World War Two, the Germans used to send information to their men
condensed in a letter "stop". In silence, Jeff mind was processing all
this information.
"It is amazing, amazing!" He repeated for himself.
"Let's go. I don't want my father to scold me since I promised we'll
return for lunchtime."
"How do you know the way back? I haven't seen any compass in your
pocket and we are some miles away in the forest." Again Ricky grinned, once
more he confirmed for himself that Jeff had come from another time; but
what about the piece of rock? He then extracted a small pad from his
backpack and made some touches on the screen.
"Look at this, Jeff. This is a picture of the whole California and
the harrow is showing where we are. Now I'll write down the point we are
going to, then it will guide us telling which dale or road to take, how
many miles we have to run, etc. It is called in short "GPS" or Global
Positioning System, and works in connexion with twenty four satellites
installed probably hundred miles above us in the upper sky." Jeff was
astonished and had many questions to make, but he preferred to keep then
for later in the night when they were at home.
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It was Friday, two weeks after Jeff appearance. Miles away in the large
laboratory of the hospital, a man dressed in white opened wide his eyes
watching the results of the blood testing; he stared at his assistant
standing in front of him, the man was with a wide smile of happiness in his
face. The boss asked:
"Jim, are you sure of these results?"
"I have made the testing three times John, and they are correct. I
know the importance of them, so have been extremely careful handling the
samples. Please, have a look into the attachment; it refers to the
patient's conditions..." The man cleaned his glasses and started reading
the data; he could not believe what he was reading.
"If... if all this is correct, the patient doesn't need any
treatment; strangely his body has reacted against the virus and it is
winning the battle; therefore, we don't need the donor's medulla." He
paused, and then stood. "Jim, please keep this information as confidential
as possible. I am going to see Dr. Lowell." The man left the laboratory,
and a few minutes later he entered in the Director's office. Dr. Lowell had
just finished a meeting and was reading the report received from Zurich
regarding Mr. Larsen; he continued as a body without soul, and nobody could
explain his situation. He stared at the man in front of him.
"Is it anything new, Curtis?
"Yes, new and great. We have found a donor and now we don't need
him. The patient is ninety per cent recovered and apparently his body is
winning the battle against the virus." Eagerly Dr. Lowell took the papers
as he ordered thru the interphone to his secretary:
"Ann, please don't pass me any call or visit until I tell you." He
was visibly affected. "Curtis, please sit down. Do you know who the subject
of this analysis and information is?" The man did not answer. "He is a
beautiful boy that touched my heart when he was a baby, now he is 13 y/o. I
love this boy as if he were my own son. Two weeks ago I watched something
strange and this confirms my suspicions, however, I had not any data, which
may confirm my feelings. He's Mr. Larsen's grandchild." This information
almost made Dr. Curtis to jump from his seat.
"Oh my God!" He exclaimed. "I leave you alone; I guess you have
many things to do."
"Yes, I do. Please treat this as confidential. I'll bring you next
Monday new samples to reconfirm this analysis." The man left and he ordered
his secretary. "Ann, please call the helicopter's pilot, we'll fly to the
farm tomorrow round mid morning."
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Just a few minutes before the above took place, Lydia entered in the
stables riding a sweated horse; she palmed the animal as she leaned her
head on the near exhausted animal's neck. She could not believe what she
had watched from the rock; especially how her boy had crossed the pond;
that meant Rocky had fully recovered his health. Was it a dream? If not,
what to do? She could not keep this for herself; she must carry this
information to the afflicted parents. They need it, though in such a manner
he was betraying the boy's confidence. Those beings loved and helped her
when she was left and abandoned by all her family. She dearly loved
them. They were now her family.
She covered the horse after unsaddling it; brought some water, straw and
grain and filled the manger, and then she went to the house's front
door. In the hall she met Betty, that as usual she was sad; nevertheless
she looked at Lydia and felt that something had happened; she had to make a
great effort when Lydia, breaking any protocol with her boss hugged her;
she was crying. Betty feared the worst.
"Please Lydia, take it easy. What has happened?" They broke the hug
and Betty pictured the happiness on the woman's face. Lydia finally could
say:
"The most wonderful and amazing thing that you can imagine: Ricky
is not sick anymore!" The boy's mother near fainted. "I can't keep it for
myself anymore." They went into Robert's office and closed the door
behind. She explained all her observations and how the boy asked her not to
tell anything to his parents, at least until they were sure about his
recovery. The mother could not retain her tears as she embraced her
friend. When they calmed down, Lydia added: "I think that angel of Jeff has
a lot to do with Ricky's recovering. I can't explain why, but I'm sure
about it." After a minute Ricky's father asked:
"Where are they now, Lydia?"
"When he finished crossing the pond, he checked with the
chronometer, and then they hugged and started splashing water and enjoying
their lives celebrating the event. I wish I had an instant camera to make
some pictures of that moment. They were so happy... Then I turned the horse
and ran to tell you." Lydia wiped her tears. She was leaving when the
Robert's cell phone rang. He pushed the button in order his wife could hear
and spoke.
"Robert?
"Yes, Bill." He had recognized Dr. Lowell's voice. "My wife is here
with me; she also can hear you. Is there anything new?"
"We have a donor, a perfect donor, Robert; but that's not all: The
last analysis shows Ricky's body is winning the battle against his
leukaemia; it is the first time in my whole carrier that this happens with
this type of cancer; though it is not unique." Robert couldn't speak with
the emotion. Then his wife took the phone.
"Please Bill, come here as soon as you can; we are too nervous to
talk quietly thru the phone. We'll have dinner together tonight with the
boys. We also have good news that in such a way confirms what you are
saying."
"Good idea. I have already reserved the helicopter. I'll be there
round 8:00 pm." By the way, where's Ricky?"
"They boys are at the crossroad having a great time. We'll talk
tonight." She knew the surgeon was a very busy man and did not like to
waste his time.
"Ok. I'll see you tonight." The line went dead and the couple
hugged and kissed tenderly.
They were now sat on the large leather couch, their hands entwined, and
Betty's head leaning on her man strong shoulder; he caressed softly her
hair and kissed her forehead.
"What do you think about all this, Bet? I cannot take from my mind
the image of that strange boy; I'm sure he has a lot to do with this
event. We must do anything to find his parents and complete the puzzle. As
far as I know, there is not any lost branch of our family." Robert stood,
went to his desk and retrieved an old photo album that he kept in his
safe. He opened it by the first page and showed a very old picture; he
pointed out with his finger to the central figure of the picture. "She was
practically the founder of our family; an aristocratic Spanish
descendant. She was my father's grandmother. As you can see, my father,
here as a 12 y/o boy, has a lot of resemblance to her. This picture was
taken at the end of May 1928 during the boy's birthday party." Betty put on
her glasses and fixed her sight on the picture.
"Robert, this boy is here with our Ricky. He is the same person!"
"Betty, please don't start again. He's a boy! How can he be my
father? My father is into a hospital in Switzerland. There must be an
explanation that we'll know when the boy recovers his memory; the rest is
purely fantasy." She did not want to argue on contrary to her husband since
she had not any proof, but she promised herself to investigate. Then she
observed carefully the picture again.
"Your father was a handsome boy... What is hanging from his neck?
It isn't a medal."
"My father never talked about this item; however, someone I can't
remember, told me it was a piece of quartz, a normal present between Indian
and White boys. In all probability he became brother of an Indian boy or
girl who gave him the stone as a present. In exchange he gave him/her a
valuable thing. You have to realise that there was a great tribe near here
eighty years ago, and our family was in good acquaintance with all of
them. Today only an old shaman lives there; he studied in the University
and currently is a reputed investigator on anthropology, especially about
Indian customs; the rest have integrated in our society."
Jeff and Ricky arrived happily to the garage; they had missed the lunch as
Jeff fished some trout and had a glorious lunch. They wanted to be together
in those memorable instants. They left the bikes and ran up into the house
making a lot of fuss. They had spent the whole day in the forests, and were
hungry and dirty.
"Mom, mom!" Ricky shouted. His father kept the album into a drawer
as Ricky entered into the large room. His cheeks were pink of excitement as
he sat down on his mother's lap. Jeff remained under the door's frame
staring at the scene. Ricky had extended his arms and was hugging his
parents tightly murmuring: "I love you both." His father made a great
effort to keep his tears back. His mother retained her only son kissing him
repeatedly. Robert gazed at Jeff that was standing on the door.
"Please, Jeff, sit down here near me." Robert said.
"What's all of this about, Ricky?" His mother asked, though she
knew the answer. Ricky stared at Jeff tenderly, extended his hand and took
his friend's.
"Jeff, tell them why we are so happy. They are the best parents
that I could have." Jeff did not know what to do, but he said:
"We have been in the crossroad, and Ricky has crossed the pond and
back, swimming in the same time as before he was sick. He thinks in ten
seconds less than the last time."
"Dad, do you know what this means?" Before his father could answer
he added: "I don't have any leukaemia anymore. I am healed!" He paused, and
pressing Jeff's fingers continued: "Dad, mom: Jeff has made the miracle
though he denies it, or at least, he has made my body to react against it."
Robert hugged Jeff for the second time since he appeared in the garden; and
again the man's body felt the strange warmness thru his body. Betty then
said:
"Dr. Lowell has called round midday, he will be here tomorrow
morning; he said has found a perfect donor. He has not disclosed who o
where the donor is."
"I don't mind mom; we don't need him or her." Ricky stood, took
Jeff's hand saying:
"Let's have a good shower. Mom; we are starving, have only eaten a
few fishes that Jeff caught and some strange fruits. Jeff is a perfect
genius on survival. Please tell Maria to prepare a good dinner. Also tell
Lydia what I have said to you; she will be very happy knowing it." His
mother grinned because she knew Lydia would tell Marian. When the boys
left, the woman released a sigh.
"At least we have saved Lydia's confidences." They grinned, and
before standing Robert said:
"Bet, Ricky's birthday was more a funeral than a party. If Bill
confirms our hopes, we will make a great feast next Wednesday July 4th, to
celebrate our son's recovery. We'll invite all our friends, their sons and
daughters. Tell Lydia to call Linda; if it necessary she can fly next
Monday and bring the girl home." He paused and then added: "If you cannot
defeat your enemy..." They stood and Betty went to order dinner. Once
more, Robert opened the photo-album and fixed his eyes on the picture of
his father as a boy, as he murmured: "Who are you? Are you an angel or my
father? In any case, thanks for saving your grandchild's life. He loves
you." He closed the album and placed it into the safe. "This would explain
many things of our family; but who would believes it? Nobody would."
The boys climbed the stairs and stomped into their room, closing the door
with their backs. Ricky laid his back on the king-sized bed as Jeff jumped
on top of him starting making ticklish to his best friend. The laughs and
squealing could be heard over the house; then tired they stopped, this time
Ricky was on top of Jeff, his long blond hair hanging near his
shoulders. Jeff extended his hand and took a ringlet.
"Ricky, give me a scissors, please." The boy said nothing. He went
to the bathroom and handed Jeff the sharp tool, then he sat near him. Jeff
cut the ringlet, kissed it and placed into a little envelope. "I'll keep it
forever near the stone." Ricky did the same and kept a black curly in his
nightstand.
"I'll make a necklace as yours and wear it forever." He bent his
head and kissed Jeff on the lips with genuine love. "C'mon; I have decided
that nobody would have a ringlet from my hair, except you. You will cut my
hair just now. I don't want it long anymore" Jeff grinned, but argued:
"I'm not a barber or a hairdresser, most likely I'll make..." Ricky
interrupted him.
"Don't worry; press the stone, I'm sure it will inspire you." He
did and started cutting the long hair; however, he was not very sure about
his task. When he was near finished, heard some steps outside and went for
help. He found Maria, and before she could argue dragged her to the
bathroom; fortunately Ricky was in shorts. In Spanish he said: "Please
Maria, I'm cutting Ricky's hair and I don't know how to finish." The girl
flushed, but she was young and liked the boys' mischief. She then took the
scissors and a comb finishing the work. Ricky looked at the large mirror
and said: "That's perfect Maria. Thanks. You better start studying to be a
hairdresser." The girl grinned and left the room, closing the door behind.
"I must recognize you have a better look with short hair. Now let's
have a shower, we must stink with sweat." Jeff said as he was
undressing. "I want to end watching those DVD tonight; they have impressed
me a lot. Why did the Japanese attack Pearl Harbour? Apparently US had
nothing against them, except that they had gone into a fanatic military
dictatorship and were aligned with Hitler."
"Wasn't that enough?" Ricky answered. "Please forget now about
history and come into the tub. I think your little brother is asking for
attention and I like to please it." Jeff went under the warm water stream
as their mouths joined in a wet kiss and their tongues mixed their
saliva. Having matured some months back, Ricky was more excited than Jeff,
though the younger boy's cock was very hard and spilling precum. "Let me
soap you, pretty Jeff." The boy grinned as Ricky started soaping him. Soon
he was as excited as Ricky was. The blond boy kneeled in front of him and
took Jeff's tool into his mouth; but Jeff was accustomed to the strange
flavour of Ricky's spunk, so he cut off the water and pushed Ricky to the
bottom of the large tub. In seconds they were engaged in a 69 position
enjoying each other cock. The lovely warm pleasure crept from their loins
to the tip of their penises, as they exploded in a great orgasm near at the
same time. Jeff felt the warm cream at the end of his tongue and did not
swallow it. When he recovered his breath, went to his position in front of
Ricky; their mouths joined enjoying the wonderful flavour of Ricky's
seed. Jeff caressed Ricky's smooth face tenderly.
"I'll never forget you, Ricky. You have something in your face that
is very familiar to me, but unfortunately I cannot identify; only that I
would gladly give my life to save yours." Ricky caressed Jeff's black silky
hair as two tears came out from his large blue eyes.
"Jeff, that sounds as a farewell... and I don't want you to leave
us. Please, stay with us, we'll be as brothers or whatever you like to be,
but remain near me!" Ricky said with despair.
"You won't need me; but I have a strong feeling that I'll be near
you still for a long time." In that moment they heard the noise of one
helicopter landing; that broke the enchantment as Jeff said: "We better
hurry up, it seems Dr. Lowell is here and also I am hungry." The boys
quickly stood and helped each other to shower and get ready for dinner.
Dr. Lowell descended from the helicopter with a small suitcase in his hand,
as the helicopter started again lifting gaining the sky. It would come back
next Sunday evening. Robert came out to greet his best friend, but this
time they did not shake hands as usual, but went into a tight and emotional
hug. They entered in the house and Betty also hugged him, though not so
emotionally. They sat on the large leather couch in the library where
nobody could hear or interrupt them.
"Where are the boys?" He quickly asked to the couple.
"They are having a shower and getting ready for dinner. I would
have liked you watched them, especially Ricky; I never saw my boy as happy
as today. He has swum the pond of the crossroad, spending ten seconds less
than before, when he was fit and well."
"That's good news and I'm sure he's better than the analysis
shows." He paused, "We'll reconfirm next week if he has recovered. I have
brought de equipment to extract some new blood from the boys." Betty then
intervened.
"Bill, you mentioned having found a donor; where is he or she? On
the other hand, shall we need the medulla if Ricky is recovered?" They kept
silence for near half a minute as Dr. Lovell answered.
"Betty, I wouldn't trust in the apparent recovery; we must be in
the safe side. I wish we had not the need of using it; however, by now we
can forget about our plans for your pregnancy, though we have some minor
problem about the donor."
"Where is he/she?" Robert insisted. The man grinned.
"He's upstairs having a shower with Ricky." The couple near jumped
from their seats.
"Jeff? I can't believe it!"
"Why not? For a strange circumstance that we don't know, he has
appeared here. For me as a MD it is secondary. I have a patient grave with
leukaemia and I have found a perfect donor; that's all I need. The problem
is: he's a minor and in theory, we need his parents' consent... Robert
interrupted his friend.
"Not in theory, Bill. In any case we need clearly his parents'
consent. If we cannot find them I'll talk to the boy; otherwise I prefer
not to go ahead." The three kept silence as Betty started to sob.
"In that case you seem to be the most appropriate person to ask the
boy; in any case it is only a harmless and painless operation; less than a
blood donation." In that moment they heard the boys coming down. Dr. Lowell
could not believe what he was watching: Ricky pink cheeks as those of a
real healthy boy. His new look, after cutting his hair, increased the
sensation of healthiness. They greeted the doctor and everybody went into
the dining room. The doctor observed the boys how they ate in silence but
clearly showing they were hungry. He thought that conduct was not normal,
and much less of a sick person.
"You are hungry, aren't you boys?" Robert asked. Jeff and Ricky
grinned remembering the exercise they had done in the tub just minutes
ago. When he emptied the mouth Ricky answered.
"Yes, we are, Doctor; I suppose my father has told you about me
crossing the pond." His mother stared at him about the use of "me", but the
boys ignored her.
"Yes, and I am very happy that you did. This reinforces the results
of the analysis; strangely your body is defeating your leukaemia; we hope
this is definitive." Ricky stared at the MD questioning with his eyes. The
doctor felt the anxiety of all as he continued: "Ricky, it is not the first
time this occurs; therefore, to be in the safe side we need a donor's
medulla and, fortunately, we have found one."
"That's great Dr. Lowell!" Thanks for your help." They sighed and
continue dining.
CHAPTER 15
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When the adults had the coffee, Robert stared at his friend and his wife;
they expressed an excuse that had agreed in advance and left the
library. The tall man was facing the boys as he said:
"Ricky, please, I want to talk to Jeff privately. I hope you don't
mind as..." The boy rose from his seat and sadly said:
"Off course, dad." He glanced at his friend as telling "I'm
upstairs waiting for you." He then left, closing the heavy door behind
him. Jeff knew this was an important moment and instinctively raised his
left hand and touched the invisible quartz rock hanging from his neck.
"Jeff, please, sit down here, near me." Robert patted the couch as
the boy did. The man looked into those black large eyes. He could not stop
evoking his sick father when the boy was near him. He continued: "Jeff you
have heard the doctor... we have a donor, but do you know who is..." The
boy fixed his sight on the man as he touched again the rock; he knew the
answer and smiled with a sigh as he heard. "You are the possible donor who
might save Ricky's life!" Though Jeff knew the importance of the moment he
hugged Robert tenderly placing his head on the man's shoulder.
"You will never know how happy I feel in this moment, knowing I can
help Ricky, paying him back his kindness, help and friendship. It is the
best thing that has happened to me, as far as I can remember. I would give
my life for him if it was necessary." Robert did not expect such an answer
and returned the hug to the boy. He could not stop two tears rolling on his
cheeks. In a fraction of a second he saw the quartz rock beaming. He
thought his mind was playing with him. Tenderly he separated the boy and
kissed his black curly hair.
"Jeff, son, thanks. However though it is not harmful, even you
would not feel any pain, you must make a great effort and try to remember
who you are, and especially where we can find your parents; we need their
consent..." The boy separated from the man as he said:
"I'm sorry Robert, but I have tried and cannot remember even my
name; however I am absolutely sure that I have not parents; I am an
orphan. They died in a car crash and I don't know how I came here. On the
other hand, it is my medulla, not theirs. I'll declare it before a Judge if
you believe it is necessary; but please, Robert, let me help Ricky." The
boy was now with wet eyes. Robert dragged the boy to his chest and kissed
him again.
"God bless you, my child!" He paused. "I'll talk to Uncle Jeremy;
he is the district Judge and will advise us what to do. At least we might
need two witnesses; but that's not any problem." Robert felt again that
sensation that the boy was not a stranger to him.
"Thanks for letting me being of some help." Before Robert could
argue the boy separated and ran to his room. Betty and Dr. Lowell entered
in the library as Robert was wiping his tears with the hanky.
"How was it, Bob?" His wife asked.
"I can't believe... he even pleaded. He eagerly wants to help
Ricky, no matter what could happen to him."
"What about his parents?" We need them.
"He insists doesn't know or remember his name, and that he's sure
he has not any parents. They died in a car crash."
"In that case I'll prepare everything for next Monday early. It
will take half an hour to extract the medulla and he will feel nothing. A
healthy boy will recover in just a few hours. On Tuesday he won't notice
anything. Meantime you should pay a visit to Uncle Jeremy in order he comes
for lunch on Sunday. I'll provide him with all the documentation regarding
our worldwide searching for a fit medulla; he must clearly understand the
need of it.
"Ok. I'll see to it. He knows very well our problem, and I don't
think there is any argument against it. We are trying to save a life."
Jeff entered into their room beaming of happiness, all of contrary of
Ricky, which was on his desk with his head between his hands. He rotated
the chair and found Jeff in front of him with a large smile waiting for his
questions. But before he could make any, Jeff said:
"Surprise yourself, I am your donor!" Probably next Monday we'll go
to the hospital to extract some of my medulla for you. However, if you are
already healed..." Ricky hugged his friend.
"I don't know why, but I felt you were the donor; it is not a
surprise for me." He paused. "If I'm already cured, most likely they will
keep it in reserve duly frozen, as the most precious jewel, just in case
some needs it, like I."
"Frozen... you mean into ice?"
"Oh, no; the ice cannot prevent it being spoiled. It is a new
technique. It will be introduced into a tank with liquid oxygen at a
temperature of about sixty grades centigrade below zero. This will keep its
properties during many years." Then Ricky remembered their idea of going to
visit Joe, the Indian shaman. "By the way, shall we send a message to Joe?"
"No. I don't think it is necessary. We need to spend a lot of time
before the next Thursday July 4th preparing the Independence Day feast; it
is only two weeks. Your father wants to celebrate it for your recovery,
inviting many persons."
"How do you know it?" Ricky smiled. "I suppose the stone..."
"No, it wasn't. I just overheard something..." Jeff placed his arm
round Ricky's shoulders, and confidentially added. "Many girls and boys
will come, amongst them someone that you especially like." Ricky grinned,
and pushing Jeff to the bed he started making ticklish to him. After some
time he stopped and got serious.
"You are the only special person that I want near me for the rest
of my life, Jeff." The boy smiled breaking the moment's sadness, and
returning the ticklish to Ricky. "I'll introduce you to some girls that
even you might fuck."
"That would be great! Now, please, load the last DVD about the
War." Ricky did and immediately Jeff was engrossed in watching and loading
into his memory those events that marked the World's history, especially
the launching of the first atomic bombes in Hiroshima and Nagasaki;
practically ending the War.
It was very late in the evening when Jeff ended watching the whole
collection. He stared at Ricky that was reading something about 1929
Depression. Jeff's eyes were blurred when the last image closed with "the
end". He then said:
"I have many questions in my mind about this terrible war, and I
won't forget these images. The fanatic Nazism and Japanese that took his
peoples and countries to the destruction... And what about the children
that suffered and died... I can't believe that the human being is so
stupid. If I ever have the opportunity, I'll fight against people or
institutions that promote war." He paused. "However, I suppose that
sometimes it can't be avoided."
"That's history now, and most of the times it is not in our hands
to stop them. After that war, came others: Korea, Vietnam...where thousands
and thousands of Americans died due to political or interested parties;
they never fought, but collected the benefits." Ricky paused, went to his
desk and extracted a small pocket book, handing it to Jeff.
"What's this?" Jeff asked.
"It is my present for you. It is a condensed History of USA and the
World. You will find the most important events occurred in our country
since 1900 to the last year, along with the names of all our Presidents. It
is very helpful to refresh the memory before you go into a history's
examination. I have another DVD related to the High Depression that we can
watch tomorrow. It contains old movies, especially about the Dry times."
"It's late and we need to sleep." Both boys got naked and went
under the covers. Ricky wanted to have some fun, but Jeff couldn't open his
eyes, and a few minutes later they were hard asleep. Some hours later a
nightmare woke Ricky up, he was sweating and trembling, as the images still
were fresh in his mind. Jeff was walking up to a ball of fire and he could
not stop him. He called him but his voice was nil. Some devil behind him
was laughing and telling him: "He is gone; now you are mine forever."
"No!!!" He had shouted waking up himself. Then he stared at the peaceful
image sleeping near him. "No, he will stay with me forever. We'll be as
twins and share everything." He murmured.
Then, to his mind came the album of old pictures that his father kept in
his desk or in the safe. His father had authorised him to watch them when
he liked, but never to take away or show to his sisters: That was only for
the heir, and with the time, he would authorise his own son. He smiled, he
thought: "And if have not any son...?" Rapidly he thought: "Tomorrow I'll
show them to Jeff. He had saved my life; therefore he has the right to see
them. I'll explain him all the family's past events..." Thinking on that,
he returned to a new dream.
Jeff woke up and found Ricky spread eagle, his cock hard and pointing to
his face. He was fresh and had slept comfortably. He had had strange
dreams. He now knew who all the images that flashed into his mind
were. Slowly his memory was returning. The two boys he had seen were his
rascal brothers. He remembered Karl and Joe and his dick got hard. But
where were they? He turned to Ricky and could not remember to have seen him
before he came here. He thought later would talk to him. "He is a great boy
and I love him." He murmured. Then he bent his head and slowly took between
his lips his hard cockhead. He questioned himself why he liked to suck
Ricky; he was sure he always rejected to suck Karl, even hated the flavour
of his semen.
He felt how Ricky's cock engorged in his mouth as he heard his
moans. Suddenly he felt Ricky's strong arms that pushed him on top of his
lovely body.
"I love this morning exercise and I love you, Jeff." No more words
were expressed as the two boys sucked each other eagerly in a 69
position. Soon the nice feeling arrived as they muffled screamed thru their
noses. When their dicks started getting flaccid, Jeff recovered his
original position in front of Ricky. He touched the smooth face with the
back of his hand, and then kissed Ricky a peck of genuine love on his nose.
"We better get up; I think someone, a Judge, is coming to request
me swearing that I don't have parents..." Ricky interrupted him.
"Jeff, is it true that you have not parents?"
"I don't know for true, Ricky. I can't remember them. However, I
must tell you that I have identified the boys that flashed into my mind in
this house and..." Ricky interrupted him.
"Do you? Who are they?
"They are my twin brothers, and the elder blond one is my cousin;
though I can't remember their names. As I told you, this is not the first
time that I have been in this house, though it was different as it is
now. Ricky stared intensely to Jeff and said:
"Jeff, if you have been living in this house and the building was
different, you are older than you seem to be... but you look even younger
than me." They kept silence as the bright boy said: "There is only an
explanation: you have come from the past... you have travelled in the
time... but that's impossible; even with the advanced technology we have
reached. However, that would explain many things, especially you ignoring
the historical events."
"I think you are right. However, admitting that I have come from
another time in the past, how do you explain the power of the stone hanging
from my neck?" You have said that in spite of the advanced existing
technology, you have not anything like this." Instinctively Ricky touched
the piece of quartz that now had a special yellow brilliance.
"Yes that's a powerful question." Ricky said grinning and returning
the kiss to Jeff on the nose. "If you came from the past, you could be my
great-grandfather, my grandfather, or... I could be your father or your
grandfather, if you come from the future..." They laughed loudly. "It is
funny, a grandfather and his grand child enjoying having sex together,
well... at least everything is left within the family." They started
laughing and making ticklish to each other. They were just boys having fun,
no matter what had happened to them. Then Ricky added: "My father has an
old photo-album from his father. Tonight or tomorrow I'll bring it here and
I'll show you the pictures. If you have come from the past you may
recognize some of the pictures.
"That's a good idea, however, no one would believe this fact; they
may believe we are inventing some story for fun, since you say it is
impossible. Can you imagine the papers headlines? ""Boy comes from the past
to heal another boy"" We must keep our mouths shut, if we want to be
treated as normal persons."
"Yes, you are right; they may believe we are insane and..." Jeff
jumped out of the bed, washed his face and got dressed; he was not used to
the morning shower, since some time later they would enjoy the swimming in
the pool.
Round mid morning an old man arrived with his secretary, carrying a laptop
computer; he was Mr. Jeremy Docket, a family's old friend and Jeffrey
Larsen's schoolmate. He was greeted by Ricky parents and introduced into
the house. As they were sat the man asked:
"How is getting on my old friend Jeff in the hospital in Europe,
Dr. Lowell?"
"Apparently his body works perfectly, nevertheless he's as a body
without spirit, as the Indians used to say. In spite of all advances in
Medicine, always there are cases we can't explain the situation, and this
is one of them. We do not dare to move him to America just in case this
might engrave his situation." The old man grinned and said.
"Show him a good "Ferrari" and his spirit will return immediately to
drive the car." The judge seemed to remember old times as he continued: "He
was the objective of the many girls living in the school and later in the
college. We were fortunate as we liked and married those twins. Well, they
weren't twins but born at the same time from the same mother, their
resemblance was evident. Unfortunately we lost them; your mother was a
great woman, Robert. Well... let's go to business."
Jeremy Docket was a real Judge; doctor in Law graduated in Harvard with a
great prestige, not only in California. When he was part of Californian
Supreme Court, he had not doubted condemning publicly Nixon in the
Watergate affair, in spite of him being a Republican himself; that probably
cut his career to the US Supreme Court. Now as a retired, he was appointed
as District Judge, mostly honoured to occupy his free time, though he had
written several books about Law. After some refreshment and a good coffee,
Dr. Docket said:
"Robert, can you call the boy?" Then addressing to his secretary,
added: "Angela, get ready that computer of yours. You and Dr. Lowell will
also act as witnesses." Robert did not need to rise from his chair as he
heard the boys coming out from the kitchen after having breakfast. He
motioned Jeff to approach while the Judge was talking to Dr. Lowell. The
boys remained standing at the door watching the group.
"Judge, here you are this strange boy to whom we owe Ricky's
happiness." The Judge raised his sight and met Jeff's black eyes. Suddenly
his face got white and started to tremble; Dr. Lowell stood; he thought the
judge was having a heart attack. The old man stopped the MD as he started
recovering. None of present persons had guessed what had happened. He stood
and sat behind the large wooden desk.
"It seems you can't remember anything. Is that true, Jeff?"
"Yes sir; almost anything. I'm sure my name is Jeff, but nothing
else. I have the feeling that my parents died in a car accident, but to be
honest, it is only a feeling; I don't know anything for certain." After a
few legal technical questions the Judge said:
"Do you know what this family pretend from you?"
"Yes sir. And I am more than happy to help Ricky to recover his
health. He is my best friend and gladly..." The old man raised his hand
stopping him. He then addressed to the present persons, including Ricky.
"You are witnessing the free declaration of this minor as to give
part of his medulla to recover Ricky from his leukaemia. Dr Lowell, does
this operation implies any danger for Jeff's health?"
"No sir. Our technology is more than able to do it without any
danger; only the disturbance that the boy will feel during a few hours
after the small operation. On Tuesday he will be fine and ready to make
anything of his age."
"Ok. Now Jeff, since your parents are not present, it is impossible
to find, and this is an urgent need, I authorise your consent on this
subject. Angela will print out a document that reflects this acts; you,
with Angela, Dr Lowell and I will sign the document. God bless you for your
goodness." They signed the three copies and the Judge kept them. He added:
"Once it is duly registered we'll forward a copy for, Robert. Now, please I
want to speak with Robert in private." Everybody stood and left. Then they
went into Robert's office, closing the door behind. When they were alone,
Ricky's father said:
"Uncle Jeremy, are you well. I thought you were to faint."
"Robert, my son; some people think I am insane since that famous
trial about the Watergate affair, and I don't want to give them extra
reasons. Where did you find this boy?
"We did not find him; he came here asking for help near four weeks
ago. His clothes, were as those of a rich boy, but torn and spoiled..." He
explained the circumstances that we already know. After a minute of
silence, the Judge said.
"Robert, when this boy entered in the room, I saw the image of your
father during the feast of his 12th birthday, except for the clothes. How
can it be? He is in a hospital in Europe and is 82 years old! The same as I
am."
"Wait a minute, Uncle Jeremy. You are not still enough surprised."
Robert rang the silver little bell and Maria came: "Maria, please, bring
Jeff's old clothes, but wrap them so no one can identify." A couple of
minutes later the girl knocked on the door and left the parcel on the
desk. Robert then extended the fine silky shirt and short trousers. The
Judge again got white.
"I can't believe it! Oh almighty God! how can it be?" He had raised
his hand to his mouth to prevent someone could hear his exclamation. After
some time, the old man added: "Since that day, he always was wearing a
necklace with a quartz stone hanging from his neck; he appreciated it as
the most valuable jewel. It was the present he received from Joe, a young
Indian... he still lives in the reservation and is 83 y/o. They were blood
brothers."
"I know him. This boy doesn't have anything hanging from his
neck. He also wore lovely shoes, but they were so torn that Maria thought
it wasn't worthwhile to keep them and put them with the waste.
"We better keep all this observations for ourselves. They are not
necessary for saving Ricky's life." Robert thought to tell the Judge about
the improvement that his son had experienced since the boy appeared, but
that would complicate the problem.
CHAPTER 16
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They went out and joined Dr. Lowell and the rest of the guests. They heard
the boys' shouts in the swimming pool that were playing with another two
boys and a girl, Maria's brothers and sister, and seemed to be having a
great time. Dr Lowell commented to the Judge:
"In view of this, who could say that Ricky is gravely six?"
"Yes, you are right. Fortunately Jeff will save him. It is a pity
we cannot find his parents, though I have the strong belief they are not
very far from here."
The boys spent the Saturday as any child of their age would. Maria's
brother was a lovely eleven-years-old boy; and the girls, two shy
thirteen-years-old teenagers with beautiful tits. Those girls brought to
Ricky's memory his girl; Lydia's daughter. As usual, after dinner, the boys
sat in the living room with Ricky's parents. Robert could not take his
sight off the strange boy; every minute spent near him increased his
affection for Jeff. It was not due to the fact he would help his son to
survive, it was something different he couldn't explain himself.
"On early Monday Dr Lowell and his team will extract your medulla
for Ricky. Aren't you worried, Jeff?"
"Should I?" The boy answered with determination. "I trust Dr
Lowell; he had done this type of small operation hundreds times with
success; besides, it is Ricky's life what is on the stake. I'm sure he
would behave the same if I were sick." Ricky's hand sneaked and pressed
Jeff's thigh; yes he would do the same. Mentally he said: "Jeff you would
never know how much I love you in this moment."
"Let's go upstairs, I want to show you something." Ricky said. The
boy kissed his parents good nights and Jeff, for the first time, felt the
need to do the same: and he did. Robert stood and hugged tightly Jeff. The
man felt that strange sensation as when he was a boy and his father hugged
him, especially when he went to the boarding school and would spend months
without seeing him. He had always been very close to his
progenitor. Finally he said:
"Good nights, sons. Have nice dreams!" They separated and the boys
ran upstairs, followed by the couple's sight. His wife kissed her husband
and said:
"You are in love with this boy, aren't you?" Before he replied she
added: "I am, too. It would be great if we could adopt him; he would be the
brother that Ricky never had and misses." The man caressed his wife blond
hair and pressed her against him.
"Betty, I have a strange sentiment that I cannot explain. During
the past days I have dreamt about this boy and Ricky together, but I am
sure this won't happen. Please, don't ask me why, because it is a
sensation, a feeling. Tonight I felt the need to hug him very tight; I
would have asked him many things, but I know he can't answer my questions."
The boys entered in their room and Ricky closed the door. They sat down on
the large leather couch as Jeff stared at Ricky.
"What are you going to show me?"
"I'll do later. I just wanted to get here and be together." He
paused. "When my father hugged you, I felt a pang of jealousy as your stone
had a special brilliance. He rarely hugs anyone as he has done tonight to
you; even to my sisters when they come with their little children." Jeff
did not answer immediately; his eyes were blurred when he answered.
"Ricky, I would like to know who I am, but when your father hugged
me tonight I felt he was part of me; the same as when I hug you. You are
not a stranger to me, Ricky; that's why I enjoy being near you. I know I
have brothers and probably parents, but why I can't remember them?" The boy
said with desperation, as tears came down his cheeks. Ricky tried to change
the subject.
"Let's forget for a moment what is happening and admit you have
travelled thru the time...!
"But you said this is impossible; thought it would explain many
things. Moreover, if I have come from the past I must return to it,
but... how? Let's assume I'm your grandfather. What about the old man that
is laying in a hospital in Europe?" Ricky then said sadly:
"There are too many questions that we can't answer by now. But
please, Jeff, don't desperate; everything will alright. Let's do whatever
we want, and forget our worries." He paused and changed the subject. "By
the way, did you like the tits of Maria's sisters? I got hard this
morning. They seemed not to care about and a few times her bikini failed to
get them concealed." This turn of the conversation made Jeff to smile and
to remember when he fucked "White Feather", the Indian girl.
"Yes, I like them. The first time I touched Linda's nipples I
couldn't stop my orgasm; you can imagine how you would feel if you fuck one
of them." Instinctively the boys rubbed their crotches as their dicks were
hard.
"Did she enjoy as you did it?" Jeff grinned as he dropped his pants
and underwear; his cock had started spilling precum. Ricky did the same and
both boys started massaging their own penises.
"That's a relevant question, Ricky. "Golden Hawk" taught Joe and me
clearly about this subject. He said it is basic that the woman enjoys as
you do, otherwise don't expect she will come to you again. That is the
cause of many divorces; and you must keep this in your mind when fucking a
girl. She is a human being as you are."
"Did she return to you after the first time?"
"One month ago we spent almost a whole day near that shed you saw
in the crossroad. While Joe was fucking Karl hard, at the same time I did
to her. We spent a very good day and we ended near exhausted. Karl couldn't
seat on the saddle." Ricky started to laugh loudly thinking on
Karl. Ricky's parents crossed to their room and heard the boys'
laughs. Robert murmured to his wife:
"I wish we could hear that music for a long time."
"Who is or was Karl, Jeff? That surprised Jeff.
"He had to be very close to me, probably a cousin. I can't
remember. I know he was seriously worried because he felt what you nowadays
call "gay" and never told to anyone, except to Joe and me. However, the
previous week, we had been paying a visit to the tribe's place and we swam
in the river. All boys and girls were naked and he couldn't take the eyes
off from the naked boys. Joe told me that most of the adults guessed he was
homosexual."
"Jeff, did... did you fuck him, too?" Jeff made an effort trying to
remember, and after a minute he said:
"I think I did a few times before we discovered that Joe liked boys
besides girls; though he was not homosexual. I had to pay him back for all
the teaching about sex he made to me in the school. On contrary than with
you, I remember that I hated his spunk in my mouth when we sucked each
other, as we do here." Saying this, Jeff jumped on top of Ricky, and
before he could realise, they were sucking each other penises
eagerly. Ricky extended his hand and pressed the quartz stone. The
beautiful moments ended with both boys breathing hard and their mouth
sealed enjoying the flavour of Ricky's seeds. After some minutes of relax,
Ricky wore a white gown and said:
"I think everybody is in bed. I'll try to get that photo album I
mentioned you; it might clarify some of your memory." Ricky disappeared
while Jeff kissed the stone. Then a flood of information came to his mind,
even he remembered the moment when he was expelled from the car near the
"Bullhead Stone" four weeks ago. Now he understood he had to return to his
time, however, he felt very sad about leaving Ricky. Yes, he was Ricky's
grandfather! Most likely the Great Spirit had sent him to cure his
grandchild, as He did centuries ago to save the Indian tribe from those
bloody brothers. In that moment Ricky entered with the album under his
arm. He discarded the gown and both sat down naked on the leather couch. He
opened the album and Jeff could watch the picture made just a few weeks ago
during his 12th birthday party. He touched the old photo reverently as
Ricky said:
"Do... do you know these persons, Jeff?" Two tears dribbled along
the boy's cheeks."
"I wouldn't have liked to watch it, because now I'll know things
and events that otherwise I should have known when they happened." He
paused as Ricky kept a respectful silence. "Yes I know all of them. For
you, this picture was taken 70 years ago, for me just four weeks ago during
my 12th birthday celebration." He paused again to order his
thoughts. "When you left I touched the stone, and all my memory returned."
Ricky could not believe what he was hearing. Trembling he asked:
"Who are they, Jeff?" Without raising his head he pointed to the
first image. "She is or was the greatest woman I have ever known; the
founder of our family: my grand mother, Margarita Larsen, née Sierra
Lopez. I suppose you have recognized me with the stone. I that moment I
didn't know its powers. The couple is my parents, your great grand
parents. And these two rascal beautiful twins are my brothers Peter and
Olaf. They never stopped making pranks and being into troubles, so my
father spanked them very often." He paused as Ricky hugged him.
"I suppose you must come back... but what shall we do?"
"I don't know. I know how I came; it was by an accident. The
Universe has unknown secrets that nobody knows. I may be trapped in this
time, but what would happen if I face my own body lying on the hospital? As
you can see we can't tell anyone; no one would believe us."
"I think we should continue as we are now. There are some theories
regarding your question of meeting your body. A paradox could occur and one
of you must die..."
"Next Wednesday is 4th July, the Independence Day. Many people will
come; amongst them some friends of my father that are reputed as scientific
persons. Uncle David, my mother's brother, is a good man and we could ask
him about this subject. In any case, it is a difficult situation. I know my
parents are planning to adopt you." Jeff grinned.
"A son adopts his father! It is not bad for a newspaper headline."
They laughed and Jeff looked into Ricky's eyes as he rubbed the boy's
smooth face. "I can't belief I will have a grandson as beautiful as you
are." Ricky grasped Jeff's hand and kissed it. They hugged again. "In any
instance I will love you with all my heart, Ricky."
"I know it grandpa." Ricky said smiling.
"I know you have a full knowledge of the family. I want to make you
a few questions about them that I should not do, but I can't stop doing."
Ricky caressed Jeff's curly black hair tenderly as he said:
"Yes I know everything. But do you think it is a good idea to know
in advance what will happen to them? If you return, I'm sure you will try
to change their fate, but you won't be able to do so; otherwise many things
could happen; then you will suffer seeing that you cannot prevent or stop
what you already know is going to occur to them. They won't believe you;
besides it would be a heavy burden on you."
"In spite of that, I want to know some things; for instance about
my grandma; she is a great and powerful woman." Ricky did not know whether
he should say the truth or not, but he loved Jeff.
"It seems she died on her bed at the age of 85. My father said she
was found dead lying beside "Golden Hawk" in his tent; he also was
dead. Apparently they had committed suicide. The autopsy showed that she
had a cerebrum tumour; however, "Golden Hawk" wasn't sick at all. He could
have lived a few years more. Everything was kept secret to prevent gossips
about the family. She was incinerated with "Golden Hawk" in Indian style
and their ashes spread round the "Bullhead Rock." This had been stated in
her Will and you and Joe designated to carry out the task." They kept
silence, and then Jeff commented.
"It is not strange. I know that she and "Golden Hawk" were lovers
since her husband passed away near three years back. Joe told me he had
seen them together many times." Jeff paused again. "What happened to Karl
and the twins? That's all I want to know."
"Are you sure you want to know? That may hurt you some, especially
about your brothers."
"Please, do it." He insisted.
"Ok. Karl was homosexual, but he came out when he was a famous
aircraft engineer. He and his lover, also an engineer, went to England at
the beginning of the World War Two. They piloted a bomber designed by him;
after many raids, the aircraft was shot down in the Cologne's area. All the
crewmembers died. Peter and Olaf joined the US forces as pilots, too;
always together and had the same luck, though they shot down many
enemies. Later, when the war was over, we knew Olaf had a baby girl, born
1943, with a rich Admiral's daughter. Your father wanted the baby and her
mother to come to California, but her family strongly rejected it; they
only allowed our family to see the little girl in England. Your father did
not forget her, and every time they went to Europe carried toys or presents
for the little girl. They couldn't claim her as their granddaughter, since
Olaf had never married Olivia; the baby's mother. Later on, when she grew
up and married, she came to California to know her father's family; since
then, they were part of our tribe. She also had only a girl that married a
Lord's son and had twin boys." Ricky stood and extracted a photo that he
had printed from the computer; it showed two red-haired boys of about 14
y/o.
"Strangely they do not resemblance to Olaf much. What are their
names?" Ricky grinned.
"Peter and Olaf," he answered. "In spite they have a strict English
education, when they come here behave as one of us, forgetting their
old-fashioned family. Last summer Peter said that he would come to study in
Berkeley. They are very hot boys and we had good sex sessions together."
Jeff grinned.
"Tomorrow, if you have nothing important to do, I would like to go
to the "Bullhead Rock." Jeff said.
"No, I have nothing special, except that Marian comes in the
afternoon. She is going to spend the whole summer holidays here. I'll
introduce her to you." Ricky paused and said sadly: "It is a long way to
go; therefore we must get up early since we must spend the entire day." The
boy paused. "You miss your family and want to test the rock, you?"
"Yes, I do. I have assumed I belong to other time and I must come
back; the problem is that this could take weeks, months or even years. I
don't know. The stone suggests nothing on this subject."
"Ok. We'll get up at dawn and take the horses, so we can use
shortcuts. Let's sleep if we want to be fit and well for tomorrow." The
following morning Maria prepared a cold lunch and some sandwiches that they
put in the saddlebags. Ricky wrote a note for his parents, though he took
his mobile phone with him.
CHAPTER 17
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Sunday morning, while the boys rode the horses thru the forests, Dr Lowell
was sat down under the fresh canopy having breakfast. He opened his laptop
computer and connected to Internet to receive his morning emails; he was
not a lazy man, though he had been talking with Ricky's parents until late
in the night. In spite of being Sunday he had five messages in his box; he
discarded some of them and opened one from his team with the following
text:
"Dr. Lowell, find attached the DNA analysis that you requested us. It is
simple and has not any difficulty to determine the relationships. Best
regards. Louis" He downloaded and opened the message attached and read the
main lines:
"Genes of subject "A" (Jeff) have strong presence in "B" (Robert),
the same as "B" in "C" (Ricky), however genes of "A" have not so strong
presence on "C". None of them has reciprocity with "A". (As
grandfather-grandchild). The man could not believe what he was reading; he
commented in a murmur for himself:
"This must be an error; how can a boy of 12 be the father of a man
on his sixties, and therefore grandparent of a boy older than himself?" My
assistants probably drank too much during the week."
As soon Jeff and Ricky completed what they needed, mounted on the horses;
the animals had rested and wanted to stretch out their hard muscles, so as
soon as they were out of the gardens, the boys left the reins soft and the
horses started a mad run thru the forests. After some minutes they slowed
down and the boys let them on their own pace. This was the moment to talk
about many things that Jeff was considering; however, it was Ricky who
started the conversation.
"Jeff, do you want to see Joe? I'm sure he would be very happy
receiving you; after all, you were his blood brother and best friend."
No. I don't think it is advisable, because probably we would start
talking about old things that have already happened for him, but not for
me. I don't want to know anything; it is enough with what you have already
told me. On the other hand, if I ever return, I'll feel obliged to tell him
what I know about the future that is waiting for us; don't forget he is my
brother and couldn't hide anything."
"Yes. I think you are right. He mustn't feel well with the current
situation, after practically his people disappeared from the reservation;
except for the annual meeting." He paused, and after a couple of minutes he
said: "My father told me about the special inhibition of the Indians about
sex relationships; it is absolutely the contrary of what Christians
practise. I know that many catholic and protestant priests have tried to
convince them that their sexual behaviour goes against any moral code or
principle." Jeff grinned as he said.
"Always the priests are arguing against what they believe is the
right truth: their truth. These Indians are in America even before Jesus
was born, practising their customs and own religion. Their almighty God is
Mother Nature, and the Great Spirit is wherever life is, and not adoring
the death. The Roman Emperor Julian the Apostate called the Christian
churches "graves", because Christians adored dead people." The boys
smirked. "I do agree with him."
"And... what's about the sex relationships amongst them?"
"Well, they believe on the rights the Mother Nature has granted to
every Indian. The sex is not a taboo as in the rest of this country or in
most of the countries in the world; except some small islands in the Indian
and Pacific Oceans. If you lived with them, you could watch little boys and
girls having sex or just kissing when they are playing under the trees. It
is not strange to find boys or girls sleeping in other tents and having sex
during the night while their parents are having intercourse. A father will
be proud of his son or daughter if he/she starts having sex very early. Joe
told me that when he was five, watched his parents making love; he found
this funny as they gasped and moaned; some times he climbed on top of his
father as a play and his parents laughed happily."
"That must have been funny. At what age did they start these
practices?" Ricky asked.
"There is not a fix rule; generally when the children are about
five or six y/o. It ends when the girl starts menstruation and the boy
spurts semen. The shaman has enough tools to stop any unwanted pregnancy;
but rarely does it happen. Everybody respect the sexual wishes. If someone
forces other person sexually it is severely punished, because they
understand that the subject has attempted against his/her freedom. Rape is
punished with death penalty."
"That is too strong, Jeff."
"Well that's the tradition in this tribe and everybody is happy
with the law that rules their relationships. This tribe never fought
against the Whites. In 1790 they agreed with the current US President the
land where they will live and hunt. From that date they lived in peace and
never were disturbed by the white men, so they keep their own rules, except
when they are outside of their land. During the Great War, these Indians
fought bravely as Americans and thus were recognized by the allies."
"That explains many things about Lydia's behaviour." Ricky said.
"Why? I don't understand what you mean?" Ricky chuckled recalling
his childhood near Marian.
"I must tell you something about Lydia and her daughter Marian."
Ricky paused waiting Jeff's reaction; then he continued. "Lydia is a direct
descendant from Linda. She flew away from the conservative Canada as she
wanted to live as her ancestors had lived. However, when she came here, the
Indians were integrated within the white society, except for the annual
meeting; she found nothing left. She was an excellent sport coach and had
divorced her husband in Canada. My grandfather met her in the hospital when
she and my mother were having their babies, so Marian and I were born in
the same day and place. My father contracted her as wet-nurse. She advised
my parents that she wanted to raise her daughter free from any prejudice or
taboo about sex. My mother was of the same ideas, therefore she gladly
accepted; my father built the little house that is near the stream and we
started living together there.
"What about your father? Didn't he oppose to that education?"
"No. He didn't." Ricky openly laughed. "He was strongly influenced
by you; both of you suggested building the lovely little white house. I
spent most of my time with mother and daughter in the house. When I was
four I started climbing into Marian's cot and later bed; she always
received me happily and we enjoyed our sleeping together. Some times we
performed what seemed sex; especially from the age of six up. Lydia neither
stopped nor encouraged it, also she warned us we could not say it to
anybody, except to the family. We went to school together and returned
everyday home. That beautiful life ended when we reached ten, though I
loved her with all my heart; at least that's what I thought; yet she told
me we were like brothers, not lovers. That year we started in boarding
school."
"Did she know you were seriously sick?"
"No, she didn't. Only a few months ago her mother told her. I
suppose she will be greatly surprised to see me recovered."
"I am sure she will." Jeff did not want to disappoint Ricky, but
his feeling was that Marian was telling him the truth when she said loved
him more as a brother than as a lover, in spite they had been raised
together, enjoying their mutual sex.
The time had elapsed quickly talking as the boys soon reached the point
where the "Bullhead Rock" was. Jeff immediately recognised the place and
felt a pang in the pit of his stomach when he saw the rock. They unsaddled
the horses and took them to a lovely meadow in order the animals could
pasture freely. It was over midday when Jeff approached the rock and placed
his hands on it; he did not feel anything.
"Is there anything new, Jeff?" Ricky asked.
"No. There isn't." He stared round the placed and sighed; the
images of his parents, and especially of the twins, came to his mind, he
could not stop a few tears dribbled down his smooth cheeks. "This is the
place though the rock was closer to the road than is now; at leas it is as
I remember from the night we spent here Joe, Linda and I with the great
shaman."
"Well, that has an explanation. When this road was repaired and
paved by our family, they planned some modifications; amongst them, to
leave free the rock and with enough space in order the runes written on it
could not be spoiled. This took place before I was born." Jeff them
explained how the accident happened.
"Now I don't know what will happen. I know there are many things,
so new and advanced that they wouldn't believe; even won't be able to
explain if I ever return to my time."
"If you ever return, you will have to bear a very heavy moral
weight, since you won't be able to share it with anybody."
They took off their clothes and got naked, exposing their already tanned
young bodies to the sun; lying on the lawn and refreshing with the
mountains dry air. They extracted their lunch from the saddles and before
starting having the lunch, Jeff said:
"Would you like to taste some good trout? Without any answer he
added: "Prepare some firewood and start a fire, I'll bring some within a
few minutes." Jeff ran to where he had stayed four weeks before, still the
trap that he made was there, so he installed it and a few minutes later he
returned with four fishes. They roasted them and had a good lunch; then lay
on their back under one big pine. Suddenly Jeff started making ticklish to
Ricky and both began laughing, until Jeff pinned Ricky down and
instinctively their mouths met in a long kiss. Before they could realise
started moving up and down grinding their crotches until that nice feeling
hit their young bodies. Jeff slid to his side near Ricky recovering from
his orgasm. Both closed the eyes and drifted to sleep.
"We better get ready the horses; we have a long trip back home."
Ricky said.
"Yes, you are right, but we are so well here..."
"I know, but we have not brought anything to stay during the night
and it will be cold here; besides we have an appointment tomorrow early
morning in the hospital." That was enough for Jeff that went to bring the
horses. Some minutes later they dressed and started going back home at a
nice trotting. The horses had rested, so the way back home was nice and the
boys spent the time chatting about their own lives. It was dark when they
left the animals in the stables. After a good shower they had dinner as
Ricky's mother said:
"You better go to the little house. Marian is there and has asked
about you."
"Good, I'll go now, mom. Jeff would you like to come along?"
"No thanks; I am tired and tomorrow we must get up early. I'll see
her the day after tomorrow." Jeff felt that something special was waiting
for him with Marian, however he could not identify what it was; he did not
know her personally, only by the pictures that Ricky had shown him. So he
said good nights to everybody and went upstairs. Not very long afterwards
he heard Ricky entering in the room and sliding under the covers; he had
not stay very long in the little house. Why? If he loved that girl, at
least he should have spent more time with her; that's what he would have
done himself.
Very early the next morning he was woken up by the noise of the helicopter
as the machine landed on the garden. The boys jumped from the bed and
quickly got ready; they did not need to have breakfast since some blood
must be extracted from then specially from Ricky. They boarded the
helicopter accompanied by Ricky's father. Some time later they were landing
on top of one of the hospital building. Jeff thought about his family how
proud they would feel watching those magnificent sanitary
installations. The twins and Karl would especially enjoy the trip onboard
of the helicopter; they were so fond or airplanes... Dr. Lowell received
them, and soon, after descending to lower floors they were separated: Ricky
to go thru some testing and blood extraction, and Jeff for extracting his
precious medulla.
Ricky finished all the testing and found his father inside of the resting
room with Dr. Lowell; the man's face was as an open document. The MD then
said:
"Ricky, apparently, you are as healthier as any boy of your age can
be. The leukaemia is gone; we don't know how or why, but it is gone and
that's what matters." Robert couldn't stop and hugged his son with welling
eyes. Dr. Lowell continued: "We'll keep Jeff's medulla just in case, or
someone may need it in the future. It is special and rare to find."
"I want to look after him. May I do it, Dr Lowell? Please!" The MD
could not object the boy."
"Ok. I'll instruct the nurse, so in case he needs anything you can
call her." They went to the operation theatre; some time later a nurse
appeared pushing a bed with Jeff on, he still was asleep. Ricky could not
stop a deep sigh with emotion. He followed up the bed until it was
introduced into a room. Dr Lowell talked to the nurse that left the room
immediately, leaving Ricky alone with the sleeping boy. Ricky caressed his
friend's curly black hair as he murmured:
"You will never know how much I love you." In that moment he could
observe how the stone laying on Jeff's chest started glowing
intensely. Ricky wrapped it with his hand and, as the previous times, he
felt a sensation of warmness and happiness thru his entire body. He
caressed Jeff's face and lips; he would have kissed him, but he feared
someone could see him, reaching an erroneous conclusion. He was tired, and
without feeling he drifted to sleep with his head lying on Jeff's chest. It
was near noon when Ricky felt a hand caressing his short hair and face. He
woke up and found Jeff watching him.
"You look beautiful when you are sleeping, Ricky. It is not strange
that many persons love you."
"I don't care if anyone loves me whenever you..." Ricky introduced
his hand under the covers and found Jeff's cock that was hard. He still was
naked. Jeff grinned and sighed at Ricky's touch.
"It is not the time or place. I feel wonderful and starving,
therefore please get my clothes for me; I want to get dressed and get up."
"I'll call the nurse, she has them." He pushed a button and a
couple of minutes the nurse came with all Ricky clothes, but then she said.
"Please, you shouldn't get dressed. It is supposed that you must
remain on bed at least until tonight."
"I feel wonderful and hungry; please call Dr. Lowell." Some minutes
later entered Dr. Lowell; he was not surprised; nothing about that special
boy surprised him. He ordered to the nurse to follow the boy's orders; so
he started dressing as Ricky's father entered.
"Are you sure you feel well to return home?" Ricky then intervened.
"Dad, we are not returning home. We expected to be the whole day
here, and that is what we are going to do, but not in the hospital. Jeff is
hungry and I am starving, so what we need is to eat something... but not
here in the hospital." Robert stared at Dr Lowell and he nodded.
"Ok, we can have lunch now..." Ricky then touched his father's arm
and said.
"We want to do it by ourselves, dad. Please give us some money."
Robert grinned and extracted his wallet, took a few bank notes and put then
into the boy's pocket.
"Be good boys. Now at what time will you come back?" Robert
asked. Ricky stared at Jeff and then answered his father.
"We'll be here round 6:00 or 7:00 pm. We'll meet at the staff's
entry."
"That's good idea for safety; you should use it now, too." Ricky
then took Jeff's hand and they left. They descended by a service elevator
and then went out of the building thru a back door used by the hospital
personnel. Dr Lowell and Robert watched how the boys disappeared thru the
corridors.
"I can't believe what my eyes are watching. Jeff should be in bed
at least today and part of tomorrow recovering from his small operation,
but he looks fit and well, ready to enjoy a day outside. Incredible! No
one, especially medicine professionals, would believe this." Robert pressed
his friend's arm and dragged him to the cafeteria to have a snack.
"Please Billy, forget all about this boy and don't comment
anything. Almost certainly we'll know everything sooner or later, but now
all what matters is Ricky's health."
"Yes, you are right."
Jeff and Ricky were walking along the large avenue, watching the large
buildings and shops showing all kind of products; then Jeff said:
"Where shall we go?" Before Ricky could answer he added: "I used to
go with my father and the twins to a nice new restaurant managed by an
Italian man recently established; it was in New Holborn Street; I think my
father helped him economically. He had recently come from Italy with his
wife and son, a thirteen- years-old boy and made wonderful food that we
loved." Ricky smiled as he stopped, then he faced Jeff.
"That was seventy years ago, Jeff; now Marcel's is one of the best
restaurants of this city; with all probability he is dead. His son still
works there in spite he's an old rich man; I like it." Jeff then said:
"I remember very well his son. He was a beautiful Latin boy with
large eyes lashes and waved black hair, as mine. He seemed to be always
dreaming. When we were there the boy liked to serve us, especially to the
twins; I think he loved them. Well... that was not strange, Peter and Olaf
conquered many hearts without knowing it. Let's go." They near ran thru the
large avenues, and fifteen minutes later entered into a nice and luxury
restaurant. A young man with Italian ascent came to meet them.
"Can I help you, boys?" Jeff was going to say he knew Marcel
personally but immediately he remembered the special situation.
"Yes. We are Ricky and Jeff Larsen and my grandfather knows
Marcel. Before we order, can we see him?" The man chuckled.
"Well... he is my grand father and very old. He is sat in the
kitchen watching everything. I'll tell him you want to see him. What would
you like to have?" Ricky was to order pizza, but Jeff said:
"Please surprise us with the most authentic Italian food. We leave
to you to decide, we are starving boys."
"Ok. I'll take care of you." The young man left and a few minutes
later came back.
"Please come along, boys. My grandpa is surprised and wants to see
you; rarely does he accept to see his clients, unless they are special
ones. They went thru the tables; still there were not many persons because
it was too early for lunchtime; then thru a two swinging doors. The boys
were taken aback to see the kitchen, a large space where many persons were
engaged in different tasks, all of them dressed in unpolluted white. On one
side there was something like a crystal box over viewing the entire
kitchen. The three climbed the stainless steel steps and the boy opened the
door. "Grandpa these are Ricky and Jeff Larsen." A man, of about eighty
years old, rose from his seat and stared at the boys. His face got white
for seconds as he carefully watched Jeff.
"Are you Jeff Larsen?" Jeff nodded extending his hand that the man
took in his warmly. Then he shook Ricky's, too. "Sorry boys, it seemed I
was watching a ghost; Jeff is the living picture of his grand father at his
age. How's he? Someone told me he's sick somewhere in Europe." Ricky
answered the man.
"He's unconscious in a hospital in Switzerland, though he is
getting better."
"I also liked his twins brothers; especially Olaf. My father placed
me in the same school that they were attending, so I could come during
midday to work in the restaurant. Well boys you are my today's special
guests. Hope to see you very often in this house. When your grandpa
recovers his health, please tell him it will be great and an honour if he
comes to this house." The boys thanked him for his kindness, saying good
bye; since they did not want to disturb that amiable and busy man. They ate
what boys most like, pizza, cannelloni and fruit juice; as dessert a large
ice cream. When they finished Jeff made a nice belch that Ricky imitated
between laughs, taking care no one could watch or hear them. After they
finished, Ricky asked for the bill to Marcel's grand child.
"My grandpa said you are our guests, and guests do not pay
anything." Ricky smiled.
"Thank you very much, but that doesn't prevent us for a good tip,
does it?" Ricky extracted a banknote and placed it on the table. "Please
tell Marcel our thanks and that we'll comply with his request as soon as
our grandpa improves." They left after shaking hands. Once outside Jeff
asked.
"And now what shall we do? It is too early to return and I want to
watch this town." Ricky grinned and both boys alone went from here to there
watching everything. Something called Jeff's attention. It was a boy of
about twelve talking to a young man that was looking in al directions; them
the man took the boy's hand and introduced him into a nice red car; the boy
laughed happily as he entered in the car and then kissed the man on the
lips a peck.
"Did you see that?" Jeff argued.
"Yes, I did. The boy is a hustler and the man probably is his
lover. As you could see the boy is beautiful but brown skinned; that means
he probably is an immigrant and has to help his parents with some extra
money at the same time he enjoys it. I wonder why the relationship between
a boy and a man is prohibited; being there is not any force involved. As
you watched, the boy was more than happy meeting the man and most likely
they are going to spend a nice time together."
"Yes, it is a pity that they have to hide to do it; some times boys
do it forced by their social situation, though this is not the case. The
boy apparently looked happy and I think this is not the first time he meets
the man." Ricky then raised his arm and stopped a taxi; it was a large and
comfortable car. Jeff had not being into any of them and was
surprised. Before the man asked, Ricky said:
"Please, take us to the General Grant School." The man nodded as he
drove to the outskirt of the large city. Jeff was amazed as how the man
talked to someone telling where he was going. Ricky in a murmur said to
Jeff. "He's reporting his central office about this trip, so they always
know where any car is. Besides it is a security measure." Jeff said
nothing, though he was amazed of the new technology.
"We also used to attend to General Grant; but it was not far from
home, so we walked most of the times, except when the weather was not
good. I suppose this is a new one..." Ricky tenderly placed his arm round
his friend shoulders.
"Yes, it is a new one. I'll tell you some secret. No one knows it,
even the school Principal; but this school is sponsored and owned by our
family." Ricky then extracted his cell phone and made a short call; then he
continued: "Most of the richest boys and girls of this area are queuing to
enter in this institution. In general the pupils start when they are little
and continue until they go to the College. It has a large prestige and the
most modern equipment and installations. Do you want to make look into it?"
Jeff sighed, but he figured out this would be again an advanced item of the
present time.
"No. I am proud we spent the family's money on institutions like
this one." The car entered into the fenced school; the janitor recognized
Ricky and smiled to him. The driver stopped in front of the main building
and Ricky paid him. It was time for lunch break and hundreds of boys and
girls came out from the adjacent blocks yelling. Jeff grinned as he added:
"Boys and girls will always be the same. There is a difference from my
time: It caused a scandal when the school approved to also include girls,
though not mixed with boys in the classrooms." Ricky smiled.
"It was your idea to include girls, too; and later to accept Indians
and coloured persons. That even increased the prestige of this house." As
they crossed the main hall many boys greeted them, though were puzzled
watching Jeff. The girls whistled shamelessly and Jeff could not avoid
flushing. He collected his qualifications and made a little tour showing
him his school. Some time later Ricky phoned and got another taxi that left
them where they had started. To Jeff's mind came the image of the hustler
boy as he watched a similar car.
"I am trying to remember about the boy we watched before we went to
the school. You said that many make this type of services as prostitutes
because they need the money for their families. Can't we do anything to
help these boys and girls?" Though I guess the problem is too large, even
for us."
"We can't do anything; authorities should spend less in wars and
more in immigrants." Suddenly Ricky said: "Let's go to the movies, I
suppose you had them in your time but surely they were different as they
are today." They entered into a large cinema and could see there were
different alternatives. Ricky bought the tickets, some popcorn and
refreshments. They were projecting "The time machine" very suitable for the
occasion. The large room was near empty, since it was too early; only a few
couples of boys and girls scattered over the seats, some with their parents
and some without. They sat near the central isle with nobody near
them. When the movie started, two girls of about twelve y/o, which had been
sat far from them, occupied the two seats in front of Ricky and Jeff; one
had short hair and the other one had large silky blond hair; they seemed a
boy and his girl. Soon the movie started and after some time, the two girls
began kneading and kissing each other. This excited the boys and Jeff
jabbed Ricky. Then he said in a murmur to Jeff:
"They are having a great time. What about if we invite them to trade
places with us?"
"It isn't a bad Idea." Before Ricky could argue Jeff placed his head
between the two excited girls and said: "You are getting us very hot. What
do you think if we trade seats and enjoy the moment together?" The girl
with short hair seemed not to like the idea, but the blonde grinned as she
answered:
"It is an excellent idea. You come here with me and Helen will
occupy your seat near your friend." The short haired did not want to argue
her friend's idea; so one minute later, they were engage in mutual petting
and kissing. The blonde was lovely and soon she kneeled between the seats
row, opened Jeff's fly and in seconds she had the boy's cock into her
mouth, bobbing up and down. Jeff had to make a great effort to keep silence
in order not to alert the rest of persons that were watching the movie. The
boy turned the head for a moment and could watch that Ricky was in the same
situation than he was. He was kneading softly the girl's hard little
breasts as she moaned without stopping her sucking. Jeff could not stop a
quick early orgasm that the girl did not note. More relaxed he enjoyed the
girl's ministrations; she was an expert cocksucker. Some time elapsed and
the boys could not concentrate on the movie as a great feeling started in
their loins and reached the tip of their dicks. A strong orgasm hit the
young boys as they groaned, needing to cover their mouths to prevent they
were heard by the rest of persons watching the movie. Fortunately this
coincided with the moment of a great explosion in the film. The girls
received their prizes savouring the clear semen from Rick and the large
amount of precum from Jeff. The girls rose from their seats grinning, and
then went to the other side of the isle to continue their lovemaking.
Jeff wanted at least to thank the girls for their good time, but when the
lights went on they were not there. They hurried up going out in order to
get them, but the hall was full of boys and girls waiting to enter to watch
the movie. They walked up to a nearby ice cream shop, bought two large
cones and sat on the terrace enjoying them.
"The girls were wonderful, Ricky. Did you understand the movie? In
general appreciated it but I am afraid I can't relate you the story." Ricky
laughed as he was slurping his cone.
"Yes you are right. I have an idea because I have read about it;
but the real movie was performed by the girls. My god, what wonderful
tongues they had!" They laughed happily and proceeded to the hospital to
meet Ricky's father. When they arrived Robert was awaiting for them.
TO BE CONTINUED